A private room. For exactly this kind of thing.
“Welcome to the Crimson Room,” he says, voice low. “We like to be prepared.”
I open my mouth. Nothing comes out.
He steps in, crowding me against the wall, palms flat on either side of my head.
“Kai, we can’t?—”
“Why not?” He backs me against the wall, hands on either side of my head. “Give me one good reason.”
I should have dozens. This is his family’s resort. There are hundreds of guests outside. Anyone could walk in.
But with him this close, smelling like expensive cologne and danger, I can’t think of a single one.
“Still with me, gorgeous?”
I nod. Barely.
He kisses me slow and filthy, tongue sliding against mine until my knees feel weak. Then he sinks down, hands dragging the silk of my dress up my thighs, bunching it at my waist.
Cool air hits my skin. Lace panties. Thigh-high stockings. He exhales like he’s been starving. “Fuck, look at you.”
One of my legs gets hooked over his shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, then drags his tongue over the lace covering me.
I whimper.
He hooks the lace aside with his teeth and licks me bare, one long, flat stroke that makes my hips jerk.
“Oh, God, Kai?—”
Another lick. Slower. Deliberate.
“You taste better than I dreamed,” he murmurs against me. “Been thinking about this since the first night you walked in here.”
He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing, then sucks gently. My hands fly to his hair.
“Kai…please…”
“Please what, baby?” He looks up, eyes wicked. “Tell me.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He groans like I just handed him a gift and dives back in. Tongue flicking fast, lips sealing around my clit, sucking in perfect rhythm. Every time I try to rock against him, he pins my hips to the wall, so I have to take exactly what he gives.
I hear voices in the hallway, heels clicking past the door, muffled laughter, and it only makes me wetter.
His hands slide under my ass, lifting me slightly so he can get deeper. The flat of his tongue presses hard, relentless.
“Come on my tongue,” he growls against me. “Be a good girl for me.”
The words snap something inside me.
“Kai—fuck—I’m?—”
I come hard, thighs shaking around his head, a broken cry ripping out of me. I slap a hand over my mouth at the last second, but it’s too late. The sound still echoes.
He doesn’t stop. He licks me through every aftershock until I’m trembling, oversensitive, begging in breathless little gasps. Only then does he stand, slow and smug, mouth shiny with me. He kisses me deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
